“Do it,” she murmurs, “and show me. I wish you were here, wish these were your fingers…your tongue or cock. I need it so badly. I was thinking about you before you called, standing in the bathroom where you first fucked me.”
Goddamn. I still remember the way she moaned my name, the first sensation of her tight cunt around my cock, of my wild angel and the ecstasy I found in her arms.
“That’s it, Angel, think of me. When I see you tomorrow, I’ll bury my face between those beautiful thighs for hours. I want to drip with your cream while you scream my name,” I growl, pressing my hand to my cock over my trousers as I try to calm down.
But I should have known better. When it comes to my girl, I’m helpless. She drives me wild until I forget everything but her. Watching her fingers slip in and out of her tight pussy, her moans and gasps filling my screen, I can’t help myself. I look around at the darkened parking lot as I recline my seat. Thank fuck I parked near the back and no one is around to see me. Unbuckling my belt, I pull out my cock and stroke it as I watch her.
“I can’t help it, I’m touching myself, Angel, do you want to see?” She moans in response. “Want to see my fat cock that will be in you tomorrow?”
“Yes, Daddy, please,” she begs, her fingers speeding up as she adds another, stretching that pussy like my cock does.
Tilting the camera down, I let her see me fisting my length as I stroke it. “Fuck,” she hisses.
Lifting my hips, I thrust into my hand. “Good girl, you’re close already, aren’t you? I can tell, are you going to come for me like a good angel? Drench that hand?”
“Yes. So close, fuck, fuck,” she mutters, tilting her hips as she desperately rubs herself on her fingers.
Grunting, I speed up, trying to fight my release as my balls tighten. “Now,” I demand roughly, emptying my release all over my steering wheel and myself with a groan, watching as she moans loudly. Her pussy clamps around her fingers as she comes, and her cream drips from them like I demanded. Panting, I watch as she pulls them free.
Angling the camera back to her red, lust-hazed face, I watch as she licks them clean.
“Fuck, Angel,” I mutter, my softening cock twitching again. “I’ll call you when I get home. You better be naked with a vibrator in your pussy, but not coming,” I command before hanging up. I quickly clean up with some tissues and drive home. I have a date to keep with my girl. I can’t wait to watch her fuck herself for me, coming time and time again.
It’s preparation for tomorrow, when she will be back to being under me, her body mine to do whatever I want with.
Lexi
I can’t wait to see Tyler tonight. It puts me in a good mood as I finish up my first two songs. Heading backstage, I touch up my makeup, grinning at myself in the mirror. Excitement courses through me for whatever Tyler will be doing to me tonight.
Hopefully bad, bad things.
Allegra comes in after her song and knocks back her shot before sorting her lipstick. Leaning against my dressing table, I grin at her, and she winks at me through the mirror. “So, who’s the hottie from last week?”
I roll my eyes, and she turns. “Uh-uh, tell me, that man was fine with a capital F. He looks like he fucks dirty.”
“Oh, he does, and long…and hard,” I tease.
She laughs and tosses a feather boa at me. I catch it and wrap it around my shoulders and start to shimmy at her. Getting to her feet, she grabs my hands, and we twist and dance together to the pounding of the music upstairs, until I get the call for another routine on stage.
She spanks me as I pass. “Go get them, girl, pretend your silver fox is watching.” She grins as she sits down. “Lucky fucking bitch.”
I blow her a kiss at the stairs to the stage. “You know it, girl. Maybe if you stop telling all males to fuck off, you would find one of your own.”
Her laughter follows me upstairs. She’s only a few years older than me at almost thirty, but I’ve never even seen her with a man for more than one night. She told me once they are all users and bastards, so now she uses them instead. Maybe one day, a man will come and knock her down a peg, but I doubt it, she would probably eat him for breakfast.
The stage lights are off as I slip into position with my fingers on the brim of my leather hat, tilting it down. My legs are spread and bent, and my hip is cocked as I wait for my cue. The music turns on, and the lights come up, shining on me and heating my skin. My fishnets flash as I step forward, swaying to the beat. My high shorts are tight, leaving nothing to the imagination, and my corset is snug so my breasts almost spill from it. I wear a pink wig secured on my head.
As the beat drops, I smirk at the ground and lift my chin. The bass pounds as I pull different poses and grab my mic to start singing and dancing. The crowd goes wild, clapping and dancing along as the drinks flow. I lose myself in the pulsing music as I let myself soar.
The stage is always where I get everything out, where I let the notes carry me away. In those minutes when I’m performing, nothing else matters. I am the music.
When the song finishes, and I’m standing with the mic in the air and a smile on my face, I feel like nothing can go wrong. My life is finally where I want it to be, and I’m so happy. Nothing can ruin this…
Right?
Heading back downstairs, I flop into my chair and sip my water. That was my last song tonight, and all the other girls are going on stage now for a group performance, so I get to have some peace while I prepare to leave. I start with removing all the makeup before I pull off my wig and place it on the mannequin, pulling the pins from my hair and running my fingers through it.
A noise has me spinning around with a startled gasp, and when I see Justin leaning against the door, I jump to my feet. “Justin?” I blink. “What are you doing back here? You can’t—” I look behind him, wondering how he slipped past security.
But he steps forward and kicks the door shut, sealing me in with him. The girls’ song takes four minutes. That’s four minutes with him unless I can get him to leave or slip past him.
Dragging my hand behind me on the dressing table, I grab a sharp-edged comb just in case. He has the most crazed look in his eye that’s setting me on edge. I don’t think he would ever hurt me, but why is he here? And the intensity in his expression, mixed with the fact that he heads straight for me, has me standing ramrod straight.
He stops when he’s pressed against me, like he feels he has every right to touch me just because we used to fuck. His hand goes to my cheek, but I flinch away. He lets it drop and narrows his eyes. “You won’t answer my calls or texts, I just want to talk.”
“Fine, but not here, meet me outside in the club—”
“No,” he snarls right in my face, and I jerk back again. “Just us two. Where no one can distract you or your decision.”
Does he really think others have any bearing on me not wanting to get back with him? “Justin, I don’t want to talk to you, never mind get back together. You stuck your dick in another woman, and we were horrible together. Just get over it and leave me alone,” I snap, getting annoyed with his constant harassment and unwillingness to let me go.
He was never this dedicated when we were together. Maybe if he had been, I wouldn’t be sleeping with his dad.